Stormy

Only way to combat the present misery of the outdoors is to have fun indoors. A friend and I took her goddaughter to the gym for a spot of fake climbing. We hardly noticed the sluicing ice water outside, and the concomitant lousy traffic and driving around us.
Camus' - or would that be Camus's? - The Stranger is annoying me. I am dipping into Tim Winton's new collection of short stories for relief from too much existentialism. Winton has some of that, too, but his stories are more engaging. I keep wondering what Bush managed to get out of The Stranger. Perhaps he too is contemplating a period of incarceration. Or maybe he shares the protagonist's utter lack of connection to real life.